I made this poem as a Scourge tribute about a mois ago. I hope toi like it:
Scourge:
The runt of the litter,
The outcast of life,
Tiny is taunted
And hopes to thrive.
A kittypet at birth,
Without knowing about his dad,
Hated his home,
Because "the runt" was treated bad.
Adventures from home,
Secrets he keeps,
No one believes him,
And it troubles his sleep.
Untrusted to death,
Bundling up his life,
Tiny still lies,
And the secrets still thrive.
Scared par his siblings,
Tiny runs away,
To avoid his fate,
In his home, he couldn't stay.
Across the border,
Tiny finds ThunderClan cats.
An apprentice uses deadly tactics,...
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